I live under the delusion that I’m the reigning monarch of the Kingdom of Overshare—that fabled country without personal boundaries, a place where there’s no such thing as too much information. Early reports on Carrie Fisher’s solo show Wishful Drinking, however, insist that I’ve been trumped by a tell-all Princess Leia. Watch this space to find out whether or not I concede when I review the show later in the week.
Speaking of too much information, is it still verboten to admit that I sometimes attend the ballet just to see lovely people in form-fitting costumes? It is? Huh. Damn. Well, then, I’m going to Swan Lake because…ah, the dance! And Tchaikovsky!
Surely no one’s denying that most of the appeal of the movie version of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, screening in SAM’s American Legend: The Films of Paul Newman series, can be attributed to the sight of Newman and Elizabeth Taylor circa 1958. Tennessee Williams’s play got neutered by nervous, homophobic film censors and, honestly, if you want blazing heat you can rent the same year’s The Long Hot Summer, which finds Newman standing shirtless on Joanne Woodward’s balcony while clutching a pillow and cooing her name (she very sensibly responded by marrying him in real life shortly afterward). Still, seeing Newman and Taylor together is practically blinding—it’s like staring into the sun—and some of the Williams poetry manages to burn through.
I don’t know what will happen if you look closely at Britney Spears on her Circus tour but I sure wish someone would give me a ticket so I can find out. I chew bubblegum for a good, long time before I have to spit it out.
No candy for you? Perfectly understandable. Try the Ventures and the Wailers double bill for a heartier, more substantial evening. Both of these classic rock acts, by the way, made our list of the 50 most influential musicians last December.
X, meanwhile, had many girls in my southern California junior high school plotting their punk liberation. Fearless, fierce lead screecher Exene Cervenka later got a piece of Viggo Mortenson—he’s father to her son Henry—so she’s long been a heroine to me, too. The band’s regrouped with all four original members as well as the promise of a set list decided by fans voting via web site.
See you around this weekend. I’ll be the guy at Swan Lake not overly concerned with the plot.